Mafia’s possession

Jacqueline Cruz sighed for the umpteenth time as she checked herself out in the mirror. Guilt squeezed her heart tight, but there was nothing she could do. What could she do?

She had done this countless times, yet the guilt remained; she couldn't shake it off.

She knew being a stripper was nothing to be proud of, but she lived in a cruel world where no one cared about anyone. The only language everyone understood is money and she has learnt to accept that fact since she was 12.

Her parents died in a car accident and her aunt and cousins kicked her and her little sister out of their family house. She had been surviving on her own ever since. She doesn't care what the world thinks about her; some might call her filthy but she doesn't mind.

Her phone began ringing and she checked the caller ID: "Chain" was displayed.

Jacqueline cleared her throat before answering the call.

"We have a very important guest tonight. Don't screw this up, or you're dead. He's our richest customer so far, and that's why we are giving him the best. Don't make me regret not giving the job to Ashley", came the gruff voice from the other end, and he hung up immediately.

Jacqueline scoffed and had to restrain herself from smashing the phone. Ashley Stone was her number one rival, and they were always at each other's throats.

She was the best stripper at Dynasty club and Ashley came second. They provided exclusive services to  men of higher society. The best strippers were sent to pleasure these men and were paid handsomely. Jacqueline was  one of those strippers.

The best part was that she always wore her mask, so no one could identify her.

She took out a white can from her bag, which contained sleeping pills. She has never had sex with any of these men. She slips the pill into their drinks and they fall asleep till daybreak. she was actually a pure virgin. The boss doesn't know about this; only her best friend, Ariel, was aware.

She slipped the small bottle into her pocket and she put on her mask, it was go time.

She wore a white crop top that exposed her cleavage and black jean shorts. Her slim body is to die for, and she was beautifully endowed. Her long black silk hair was tied in a ponytail, reaching her waist.

She couldn't wait to get the night's work over with so she could return to her sick sister, Jennie. She had Leukemia, and she was the reason Jacqueline worked so hard, to cover her hospital bills. Jacqueline was ready to sell her soul, all for the sake of her little sister.

"Jayz!" a young man yelled, that was Jacqueline's name in the club; no one knew her real name.

Jacqueline rolled her eyes and stopped walking.

"Are you going for another job tonight?" Simon asked.

What a stupid question, Jacqueline scoffed and didn't bother to answer before walking away. She knew Simon had a crush on her; he was always sad whenever she went out for jobs like these. Jacqueline wished he would leave her alone; she wished everyone did.

She reached the room where she was supposed to meet the man she was supposed to service, Jacqueline almost threw up just thinking about it. Most of the men were old enough to be her grandfather, she was just lucky she was smart enough to use sleeping drugs.

The grand, luxurious room was surprisingly empty. Where was he? Did he…die or something? Well, that would be a relief because it would save her from stress.

The way the men ogled at her always made her skin crawl; they were all shameless. She was  sure this one would be a piece of cake. She sat on the bed,crossed  her legs and exuded pure confidence. Men were like her toys; they always came crawling to her, making her job easier. 

The door to the bathroom abruptly opened, and Jacqueline's eyes almost popped as the figure emerged. He was bare-chested, revealing his well-built upper body, adorned with several tattoos. A white towel hung loosely on his waist, and he was extremely tall. He had gold eyes, a sharp jaw, and his silky ink-black hair fell over his temple.

Jacqueline concluded that his looks would put any god to shame and, for the first time, she was the one doing the ogling. Who exactly was this guy? She had seen many men, but none impressed or got her attention like this. Why was he different?

He walked past her as if she were just one of the pieces of furnitures in the room, leaving Jacqueline stunned. No man had ever ignored her before, what the hell? 

He walked towards the window, grabbed a stick of weed from one of the tables, lit it, and began smoking.

Jacqueline was completely red from embarrassment. For the first time, she understood how ugly people must feel. She had never been ignored by any man before. They begged for her attention. Even the mask she wore couldn't hide her beauty;her body was to die for and yet this guy…..damn.

 Jacqueline couldn't handle the fact that he was clearly ignoring her. She decided to leave and face whatever punishment her boss would give her. If he wasn't stunned by her beauty, would he let her touch him? She had to seduce him somehow to give him the pill, but would that work? Jacqueline figured it was quit now before she landed in a problematic situation.

  Jacqueline stood up from the bed and was about to leave when she finally heard him speak in a smooth, bass voice that would make any girl's head spin- except  hers.

"Are you leaving already?" He asked in a bored tone.

Arrogance, Power, elegance, they all exuded from him, and his question almost left Jacqueline tongue-tied. She was here to service him, and she would be leaving without doing her job. Her boss might get rid of her; he didn't think twice before killing offenders- after all, he was a mafia boss.

Jacqueline shook her head, this was the part where every guy started begging for her touch. He was just playing hard to get, after all. Jacqueline almost snickered but held herself back, though a smirk formed on her lips. Her smirk vanished completely with his next words.

"Get on the fucking bed and strip" he said in a commanding tone, and Jacqueline's blood froze. Did he just…command her???